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(N.B.: I've asked the mods to move this to the AW Roundtable.)
Not to be confused with the thead "Funny literary mistakes". Nor are we looking for silly little venial sins like gift-wrapping a manuscript or phoning an agent like clockwork each week simply to see how s/he's doing or enclosing a vial of your own blood with your vampire novel. No, no, none of that. What we want are mortal sins in their full magnificence--sins you paid for dearly, perhaps, but sins of which you now can say: "The price was high but worth it, 'cause I'm a better writer now."
That said, I'll begin with a sin of mine that is flat-out notorious. It is the stuff of legends. Even now, years later, when agents go to summer camp to roast hot dogs and swap horror stories, they still recall the Rebster's sin. This is scary stuff. Be warned.
After my fourth book, when I'd just begun to start over, I took a wrong turn. I ended up in Hell Town, where I grew--somehow--convinced that, as an award-winning author who had been optioned for film...and as a former journalist who'd had a nationally syndicated column...I say, I grew convinced somehow because of these and other things that I no longer needed to proofread as intensely as anyone else. Don't get me wrong, I proofread. But I no longer went through each page 50 times--frontwards, backwards, upside down, etc.
The time came to send out the first pages of, I thought, my breakthrough book. A hardboiled mystery that would turn the genre on its head. I was surprised by the form rejections. But then I started getting a handful of personal notes: 'Hysterically funny! But not quite for us.' and "Dementedly delightful, but..." Etc. WTF, I wondered. Then came, like a thunderbolt, one agent's revelation: she'd drawn a jeering Happy Face beside one word she'd underlined. On the first page of my masterpiece--oh, God, the shame and horror!--my failure to proof had resulted in...this:
'Her red dress had a wide, plunging neckline. And I stared in delight at her beautiful beasts.'
All right, it's your turn. Confession is good for the soul.
Not to be confused with the thead "Funny literary mistakes". Nor are we looking for silly little venial sins like gift-wrapping a manuscript or phoning an agent like clockwork each week simply to see how s/he's doing or enclosing a vial of your own blood with your vampire novel. No, no, none of that. What we want are mortal sins in their full magnificence--sins you paid for dearly, perhaps, but sins of which you now can say: "The price was high but worth it, 'cause I'm a better writer now."
That said, I'll begin with a sin of mine that is flat-out notorious. It is the stuff of legends. Even now, years later, when agents go to summer camp to roast hot dogs and swap horror stories, they still recall the Rebster's sin. This is scary stuff. Be warned.
After my fourth book, when I'd just begun to start over, I took a wrong turn. I ended up in Hell Town, where I grew--somehow--convinced that, as an award-winning author who had been optioned for film...and as a former journalist who'd had a nationally syndicated column...I say, I grew convinced somehow because of these and other things that I no longer needed to proofread as intensely as anyone else. Don't get me wrong, I proofread. But I no longer went through each page 50 times--frontwards, backwards, upside down, etc.
The time came to send out the first pages of, I thought, my breakthrough book. A hardboiled mystery that would turn the genre on its head. I was surprised by the form rejections. But then I started getting a handful of personal notes: 'Hysterically funny! But not quite for us.' and "Dementedly delightful, but..." Etc. WTF, I wondered. Then came, like a thunderbolt, one agent's revelation: she'd drawn a jeering Happy Face beside one word she'd underlined. On the first page of my masterpiece--oh, God, the shame and horror!--my failure to proof had resulted in...this:
'Her red dress had a wide, plunging neckline. And I stared in delight at her beautiful beasts.'
All right, it's your turn. Confession is good for the soul.
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